If the Farrelly Brothers hadn't produced Say It Isn't So, the film could have earned a lot more credit for the thoroughness of its theft. The fact that director James Rogers and writers Peter Gaulke and Gerry Swallow imported nearly every aspect of the Farrelly formula seems somehow less impressive, knowing that the Farrellys themselves probably looked over their shoulders the whole time. It's all here: gross-out gags, handicapped characters, frequent road-trip digressions, thwarted love, cute animals, occasionally aimless plotting, generous dollops of sentimentality, and a soundtrack dominated by wistful singer-songwriters. Rogers and company have forgotten only two elements: the smarts to balance it all, and genuine laughs. They find a likable enough hero in Chris Klein (Election), however. Again playing an amiable dolt, a habit he might want to break one of these days, Klein plays a small-town animal-control officer smitten with a hairdresser (Heather Graham) so incompetent that she cuts off the top of his ear during their first encounter. (In the Farrellyverse, this qualifies as a meet-cute.) While Graham's father (Richard Jenkins), a stroke victim capable of speech only through an electronic device, regards Klein with the same disdain he turns on everyone, her mother (Sally Field) seems genuinely hostile. But Graham and Klein persevere against her disapproval until a private detective reveals that the orphaned Klein might actually be Graham's brother. Say It Isn't So may sound like it has the makings of an amusing Farrelly film, but it trips at every step, growing thoroughly unwelcome by the time Klein's fist gets stuck in a cow's backside. Only soda pitchman Orlando Jones really registers, playing a legless pilot with an unexplained taste for hippie hand-me-downs and outmoded slang. Looking like Jimi Hendrix and talking like Richard Pryor, he comes close to generating laughter, but not close enough to let anyone forget that this is touring-company Farrelly material from the first failed gag to the last.